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Chapter 1813 Song Ci's Daily Life of Modern Drama (39)

Qian Qi parked the car, looked at the child with an impatient face, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"No, Xiao Yu, you have been a super academic master who turned a blind eye to things outside the window since childhood. You want to stay in the laboratory all day long, why did you suddenly catch up with the stars? Which little flower is it? Tell me, I will ask you to have her out and you will be able to lie in your room tonight."

Song Yu paused, turned his head and stared at him tightly, his whole body as cold as ice.

Qian Qi's back swelled up, subconsciously let go of his hand, took two steps back, and looked at his hand, Guru.

Swallowed.

Song Yu had already pinched a scalpel as sharp as a cicada in his hand at some point, as if he could peel off his skin from his skin at any time.

Qian Li smiled apologized and said, "Brother is just a joke, don't take it seriously, don't take it seriously."

Song Yu snorted coldly: "Don't say some things you shouldn't say, otherwise I don't mind helping you cleanse yourself."

Qian Qi tightened his legs and immediately clamped his legs, his smile became more and more reluctant: "It's really a joke. If you don't like me, I won't say it anymore. Isn't you also curious? You kid, you are righteous and determined to save people. How can you be someone who pays attention to the entertainment industry?"

He and Song Yu are not children. He is better with Song Yu's elder brother and third brother. One of his cousins ​​is Song San's fiancée, so the two families are considered to be a marriage relationship.

Song Yu is young, only twenty years old this year. When the big ones were rolling around, he was not born yet, so he couldn't play together.

After he was born, he was only a few years older, and he had already started to learn to identify herbs and other things with the family doctor of the Song family. Anyway, it is right to say that he is a primary school master who turns a blind eye to things outside the window. The more he grows up, the more he feels calmer he feels.

Of course, the weirder the temper, the more unfair, but this cannot stop others from growing well.

Now, when Song Yu won several medical awards at a young age, these old men and grandmas were occasionally taught a lesson by old men and grandmas at home, beating and scolding: "Look at the little Song Yu, aren't you guys blushing? Not to mention being role models, they don't even look like being a brother."

It can be said that Song Yu, who became famous early, has long become their shadow.

Unexpectedly, Song Yu would find himself on the head and say that he had found out from his brother that his company had invested in a costume drama, but he actually took him to the crew to visit the set?

Visit the set, whose class?

A top student who only knows how to study academics but not the world of flowers suddenly became enlightened, but he turned Qian Li's curiosity into pieces, and he was really curious.

When I was curious, the chick was shaking and purging herself?

Qian Qi shivered.

Medical geeks are not only academically sophisticated, but also professional in dissection. They can be formed with subtle lines for you. They are so awesome.

Thinking of myself lying on the operating table, my pants were stripped off, and then cut them, and then I was neatly tidied. Oh, don’t be too irritating!

Qian Qi didn't dare to think about it carefully, and said, "Put the knife away first. This person is coming and going, and it's not scary."

Song Yu turned a flower in his hand with a scalpel lightly, then put it away, and said, "Come here just to find someone, don't always use your lower body to think about problems."

"Yes, yes, my brother's fault, my brother's fault."

"Let's go." Song Yu immediately walked into the city.

Qian Li wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, took out his cell phone, opened a group, and said, "Let me tell you, don't speak in front of Song Xiaoqi, and you will be unhumane in minutes."

Song San: "???"

Song Er: "What's the matter?"

It’s me, the beauty Song: “It’s right that it’s my domineering Xiaoqi!”

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